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Thursday, December 11, 2014

Major thanks to Pink Diapers for the art on this one, and what an incredible piece it is-- certainly one of the most explicit and embarrassing pieces of ABDL art one is likely to encounter in this or any other universe:

Thanks again PD , and thanks once more to all the other awesome artists who contributed to this project! You can check out Diaper Pins for more awesome art by Pink Diapers!

Chapter 5

Krystal napped fitfully, the combination of the castor oil
and the hot, soapy water that had so recently been pumped up her butt, combine
with the massive, fibrous lunch she’d been force fed, was gurgling away in her
belly ominously. She remained bound to the bench, nude but for her bonnet and
bib, the enema nozzle still firmly in place her hiney, keeping the mess she had
brewing safely inside… for the moment, anyway.

While Chloe ran
over to the club house to help her father greet the guests (and to help cover
for the momentary absence of their stepmother), Carrie worked feverishly on her
computer, quickly editing together a highlight reel of the footage they’d
secretly been recording throughout the day.

Not that Krystal
was aware of this—she was sleeping, dreaming that she was looking for the bathroom
in a house where the hallways and doors were constantly shifting. She found
herself growing more frantic, the pressure growing, her desperation increasing as
she fumbled through endless corridors opening one bedroom or closet after
another, her long, fruitless search destined to go on forever—or at least until
she’d messed her pants. But somehow she never discovered a bathroom… and
somehow, in defiance of all of the laws of nature, she never lost control, and
she was starting to wonder if she was destined to wander these halls forever in
a state of eternal intestinal distress.

Suddenly, she was
rudely awakened by a sharp slap to her plump, jiggling backside. She gave a
muffled howl from behind the pacifier that was still strapped into her mouth,
her head shooting up, and was greeted by Carrie’s smiling face. “Up and at ‘em,
lazy buns!” she chided sweetly.

Krystal frowned and groaned from behind her
soother. She could still make out the brim of the bonnet in her peripheral
vision, and her efforts to move were thwarted by the bonds at her wrists and
ankles. Her bowels were gurgling and straining, and for a moment she was sure
she was going to have an accident… but it was like there was something in the
way… blocking it. With quivering lips, she gave her hips a slight wriggle, and
became instantly aware of the thick nozzle still planted firmly in her butt.
She watched Carrie walk slowly around the side of the bench until she couldn’t
turn her head any further. Krystal cocked her ear, listening to her
stepdaughter’s heels clacking loudly across the floor, until she reached the
back. Sweat dribbled down her face and she wiggled her rump with involuntary
nervousness, fully aware of the vulnerability of her position.

She felt Carrie
take hold of the nozzle and give it a little wiggle. Krystal groaned and
quivered involuntarily with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. “I’m going to
take this out now—I don’t want you to spill one single drop or there’s going to
be consequences. Do you understand me, young lady?’ she asked sternly.

Krystal gave an
affirmative grunt and nodded her head. She was aware of Carrie’s condescension,
but decided not to even mention it. At this point she was more desperate to
escape than ever, and she pledged to do whatever the twins said as long as it
got her home safely without being exposed in this humiliating condition.

“Here we go,”
Carrie said as she began withdrawing the nozzle from Krystal’s anus with
maddening slowness, gently twisting it to and fro as she went. The lubrication
meant that the nozzle came out easily… however, Carrie still made sure to take
her time, making her stepmother feel every maddening sensation in intimate detail.

At last the
nozzle came free with a small popping sound. Krystal sobbed and groaned—a tiny
dribble sputtered free, but she clamped down mightily. She was, just barely,
under control. For the moment, anyway—inside her swollen tummy, her guts
bubbled away, the fermenting beans, slippery castor oil, and soapy enema all
conspiring to turn into a diarrheic disaster… she just prayed their next stop
was going tobe the ladies room.

Carrie quickly
undid the straps at her wrists and ankles and ordered Krystal to turn over on
her back. She complied with a grateful moan, thankful to take some of the
pressure off her swollen belly. She groaned around her pacifier when she saw
Carrie fish a fresh diaper out of her purse, but her stepdaughter was adamant.
“Lift that little tushy right now little missy, or you’re going to regret it!”

What’s one more
regret at this point? Krystal thought miserably, briefly flirting with refusing
to comply—then relenting instantly when she became fearful of what Carrie would
do if she didn’t. Besides that, her bowels were bubbling and gurgling nosily
inside her, and she realized that going without a diaper in her present
condition could be disastrous. So she reluctantly planted her feet on the
padded leather surface of the bench and lifted her butt up in the air to allow
her stepdaughter to smugly slip an adult-sized pamper beneath her straining
cheeks. She plopped her butt down on the thick padding with a soft moan behind
her pacifier.

Where her first
diapering had been long, slow, and sensual, this one was quick and
businesslike—Carrie methodically rubbed a little lotion into her stinging red rump,
then quickly dusted her with powder. Before she knew it, Krystal found herself
sealed-up tightly in diapers again.

Taking her by the
hand, Carrie helped her to her feet with a muffled groan. Her tummy burbled
hotly, and Krystal squeezed her buttocks and clamped her anus as tightly as she
could, the contents of her belly straining to escape like a wild beast pounding
at the door. She had control, at least for the moment, but she still bounced
and wriggled slightly in place, blushing furiously when she caught sight of
herself in the mirror on the wall, thickly diapered, clad only in a silly
bonnet and bib, her face smeared with congealing food, wriggling in place and
twitching her bottom in a humiliating demonstration of the potty dance.

The door swung
open suddenly—Krystal gave a gasp and started. She felt a small, involuntary
squirt from her anus, but was able to clamp down quickly, before it got messy.
She was relieved to see Chloe standing in the doorway, and she prayed it was
time to go home. “Everything’s ready,” she said to Carrie, shooting her a
significant look that went unnoticed by Krystal, who had other things on her
mind.

“Time to go, Krystal,” said Carrie, reaching
out and taking her by the hand.

“Are you ready?”
Chloe asked, taking the other hand.

She gave a small
groan and farted uncontrollably. There was a quick, sputtering gush from her
anus. “OOHHHH-oh-oh-oh!” she squealed behind her gag, struggling to regain
control. It took all of her might, but she was finally able to clamp down with
a quivering grunt. She was sure it was just water—but she knew the next time
she lost control she might not be so lucky. Cautiously, she allowed the twins
to lead her out of the room and into the hallway, carefully baby-stepping as
quickly as her clenched cheeks would allow.

Still groggy from
being stuffed with heavy, rich food, her guts churning and boiling, Krystal hobbled
along behind the twins, the weight and pressure of the hot, mushy mess lurking
just inside her forcing her to toddle along behind the twins as she clenched
and squeezed in a desperate attempt to maintain control.

A wet, greasy
fart blurped it way from her bottom. “OOO!” She squealed, a thick, muddy
squirtfrom her backside halting her in
her tracks. She grunted and squeezed her cheeks together in a desperate attempt
at keeping control. She’d had a little accident, she was sure of that—she could
feel it in the seat of her diaper… all warm and gooey against her buttocks. But
at least she’d managed to restrain herself—for now, anyway.

“Come on,
Krystal,” Chloe admonished, coaxing her along. “We’re almost there! Just a
little further now…”

Krystal followed along behind them in an
exaggerated waddle… between the thickness of the diaper and the almost painful
excursion of keeping her buttocks and asshole clenchedl, Krystal could just
barely baby-step herself down the hallway toward the exit door.

She let out
another muddy squirt when they reached the exit, grunting with embarrassment as
she added to the gooey slick in her diaper with a sizable blurp. She halted in
her tracks once mere and struggled to regain control, vividly aware of the
small, but hot and gooey pile in the seat of her diaper. She gave a frantic,
sobbing groan and squeezed herself shut, determined not to add any further mess
to her diaper. What she’d done already was awful… to lose control completely
would be devastating to the prissy, egotistical Krystal. The worst part was,
these little “mishaps” didn’t even bring any relief and only served to remind
her of the consequences of failure with every squishy, gooey step.

And so it went, with
Krystal baby-stepping as quickly as she could, pausing occasionally to gather
her strength, led forward by the twins. She had only one further little squirt,
and she began feeling hopeful—maybe she could find her way out of this yet!

Unfortunately, in
her desperate struggled to maintain just one last, lingering thread of her
dignity, she hadn’t been paying attention to where Chloe and Carrie were
leading her—a pity, since the twins had actually lead her back to the clubhouse.
Slowly, cautiously, they made their way inside. “I’ll go scout ahead,” Carrie
said, leaving Chloe to slowly lead her toddling stepmother down the hall.

Chloe coaxed her along just like a real
baby: “C’mon Krystal—just a little further! That’s it… Oh, you’re doing so good!”
Krystal gritted her teeth and moved her legs with a look of grim determination
that would almost be inspiring… if it weren’t topped off with a ridiculous,
frilly baby bonnet, that is. Below her, the diaper was massively swollen,
making her rump look huge and spreading her thighs awkwardly, and the way she
was waddling was making her breasts jiggle and sway, revealing her nipples from
behind the tiny little bib with each move. The mess in her pants was small but
hot, slimy, and definitely noticeable with each step. She grunted and
desperately clenched her sphincter, sweat pouring down her brow with every
waddle, Chloe’s faux sweet encouragement stinging her ears like acid (“Come on,
babykins… we’re almost there!”)

At last, they
halted: “We’re here, sweetie,” said Chloe with a smile. Krystal looked around,
dazed and confused: it was dark and stuffy, and she could hear a strange din
somewhere close by… but her painful, desperate struggle was preventing her from
thinking about it very hard… her entire concentration was centered on
controlling herself. It was a contest of wills, played out against her own
body, aware of every cramp and gurgle in her bowels. She squeezed her anus as
tightly as she was able, and Krystal chewed her lip nervously, every pulse and
quiver of that tiny little muscle signaling possible disaster. Her breath came
in heaving gasps, and sweat ran down her cheeks in thick drops… Still she
grunted softly to herself and squeezed, trying desperately to maintain control.

“Wait right here,
honey,” said Carrie, “I’m going to pull the car around.”

“You stay here,”
she said sweetly, “I’m going to keep an eye out for the car.” She went off into
the dark, leaving Krystal standing very nervously by herself.

The seconds
dragged by like decades… Krystal, standing off by herself, struggled to contain
her bowels, sweated and squirmed in nervous discomfort. She “Ooo”ed and
“ahh”ed, huffing and puffing to herself as she squeezed her sphincter
desperately, vividly aware of the gooey slick in the seat of her diapers,
holding on to what little dignity she had left by the atoms on the edges of her
fingernails…

“Ladies and
Gentleman!” Krystal jumped and nearly lost control of herself when the voice
boomed suddenly over a nearby loudspeaker. She scanned the room frantically for
the source of the noise. The voice continued:

“Ladies and
gentleman, we thank you for coming tonight and we apologize for the wait… but you’ll
be happy to know that the guest of honor has finally arrived!”

Krystal was
frantic with desperation and only half listening, but she quickly recognized
the voice of one of her bitchy twin stepdaughters… Krystal suddenly had a very
bad feeling about all this...

“So let’s have a
big round of applause for my stepmother—the birthday girl!”

Krystal heard a
strange humming sound. A quick glance to her right revealed Chloe pulling
quickly but evenly on some kind of rope.

All at once, a
large gap opened in the wall before her, and Krystal gasped, a bright shaft of
light falling across her face. Too late she realized she’d been standing in
front of a curtain the whole time… and now she felt a horrifying sinking
feeling as she realized where she was.

The curtain
parted slowly. Krystal briefly entertained notions of bolting to the left or
right, but quickly abandoned those plans when she realized it wasn’t going to
be physically possible to both flee and keep her diaper clean. Gripped by
indecision, she froze in place… and before she could do anything about it, the
point was moot—the curtain was up, and Krystal was bathed in the searing glare
of the light of the club house.

Krystal blinked
and squinted against the harsh glare of the spotlight. She groaned,
disoriented, not quite able to accept the scene before her as reality and not
some kind of horrible nightmare. It wasn’t possible, of course— clearly she was
still trussed up and sleeping it off in the nurse’s room. Krystal was positive
that she couldn’t actually be standing here in front of all her friends and
acquaintances in a ridiculous baby costume topped off with an already slightly
poopy diaper. She stood on the stage, dazed and blinking, sure that at any
moment she was going to wake up.

But the dream
didn’t end, and as the applause died down and gave way to gawking stares from the
audience, Krystal realized, with a rush of nausea and nightmarish vertigo, that
it was all too horribly real.

“We spent the day
making a very special video celebrating Krystal and what an extraordinary
person she is… Carrie, roll the clip!”

The room went
dim… heads turned as the big screen TV near the back of the room came to life.
Krystal followed their gaze, nearly passing out when she saw herself on the
screen, glued to the chair and hollering at the twins: “Get me out of here, you
morons!”

Cut to the twins
yanking her free of both the chair and her dress… Krystal blushed when she
realized every detail of her firm, succulent breasts and neatly trimmed pussy were
clearly visible on the screen in glorious high definition. Disbelieving gasps
and murmurs ran through the crowd as Krystal’s cheeks grew red.

It got worse: the
clip quickly cut, and Krystal was soon watching herself buck and writhe on her
back, squealing and moaning shamelessly on the changing table as Carrie and
Chloe carefully oiled and powdered her on the changing table before slipping a
massive, bulky diaper under her bottom. Gasps of disbelief rippled through the
room—Krystal felt faint from embarrassment. On the screen, she saw herself
pulled to her feet, standing resplendent in her silly costume in front of the
twins (and the stunned and disbelieving audience.) Krystal couldn’t imagine
this getting any worse.

And then, it did:
Krystal watched, her mouth falling open, horrified when she saw herself
strapped into her high chair. “Ready for lunch?” She heard Chloe ask again,
feeling a wave of déjà vu.The clip
immediately made a smash cut to Krystal opening her mouth wide to emit a
shockingly loud belch, then cut again to show her lifting a diapered butt cheek
to cut a big, fat fart.

“Oh my god,”
Krystal whispered to herself with a quivering voice as she spent the next 120
seconds watching a mortifying supercut of herself belching and farting like a
hog with lactose intolerance. The sounds of roaring burps and thunderous
flatulence rolled over the audience in crisp Dolby surround sound, and the
spectators crinkled their noses and shot each other glances of disbelieving
disgust… it was a side of their gracious hostess most of them had never dreamed
of seeing.

Krystal prayed it
would cut away… then quickly found herself praying it would go back-- anything
was better than watching herself grunting and groaning shamelessly with a thick,
black enema nozzle protruding from her anus, pumping her colon full of water
while one twin paddled her bottom bright red and the other worked a throbbing
vibrator out of her well lubricated sex. The spectators watched the proceedings
with a sort of horrified fascination normally reserved for gruesome car wrecks.
Without taking their eyes from the screen, they slowly craned their necks first
one way, then the other, as though they were examining some kind of abstract
art from different angles, trying to divine its meaning. Krystal reeled on her
feet, nauseous and light-headed… yet somehow, she kept herself from fainting,
and at last, the clip mercifully ended.

The screen went
black. The lights went up, and Krystal squinted in there searing glare. The
room was silent, and Krystal suddenly felt a hundred pairs of eyes on her,
staring, radiating judgment in her direction. The twins sat back, beaming,
enjoying it all. Their participation and culpability in the events leading up
to that moment would be widely discussed and debated by the community in the weeks
to come—but in that moment, all the attention was on Krystal— as she predicted
earlier in the day, though certainly not in the way that she’d imagined.

“I… that… it…”
Krystal could only gape and stammer, helplessly searching for an explanation
for what her guests had just witnessed. But even if she had been able to find
the exact combination of words that would have adequately answered all
questions about the preceding five minutes, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway…
Krystal had reached the absolute limits of her control. She’s been stuffed with
beans, pumped full of castor oil and given a massive, soapy enema, and as her
bowels raged and roared inside of her, she realized she could hold it no
longer.

Instinctively,
she squeezed her anus as tightly as it would go… a ghastly, foghorn blast of a
fart made a mockery of her efforts, and Krystal’s heart froze at the first
messy gush into the seat of her diapers. A series of disapproving gasps rose up
from the audience. Krystal cut them off with another gaseous eruption; a gooey explosion
coated her buttocks and caused her diaper to sag and bulge noticeably.

“UUUUUUHHHH!” she
groaned, another wave of sticky mush was propelled out of her body by a sharp
cramp in her bowels, loud and lumpy. The back of her diaper inflated and
sagged, growing lumpier and heavier as a powerful, sustained contraction
wracked her bowels, pushing out her massive, mushy load uncontrollably.

Krystal grunted
and groaned and continued to mess herself involuntarily, a disgusting symphony
of flatulence and mucky, muddy squishes and squelches emerged from inside her
pampers, the seat growing lumpier and darker as it sagged lower and lower—soon
the top of Krystal’s butt crack was peeking out over the waistband of her
drooping diaper.

At last, the
cramping settled down and Krystal was able to straighten out again, her already
bulky pamper now all lumpy and sagging behind her, subtly stained. Huffing and
puffing for breath (in spite of the strong poopy odor that had begun to emerge)
she looked out at the audience like a deer in the headlights, her hair matted
and sweaty beneath the bonnet. She could hear the eerie, mocking laughter of
the twins somewhere beyond the harsh glare of the spotlights and knew that they
were enjoying their well orchestrated revenge at her expense. She knew that,
one way or another, her days as the queen of the country club were over.

At last, she
heard her husband speak from somewhere in the audience. “Krystal! What is the
meaning of this?” he demanded angrily… as though she could possibly provide an
answer. Dazed and dirty following her ordeal, Krystal began to wobble
noticeably on her unsteady feet. The heavy load in the seat of her diaper (not
to mention the exertion of futilely straining to keep it inside her in the
first place) had left her physically and mentally drained. She tottered,
struggled to keep her balance, then toppled backward onto the seat of her poopy
pampers.

She sat for a long
moment, the messsquishing beneath her
well toned backside, and Krystal groaned as she felt it spurting up between her
buttocks, her moth hanging open in shocked surprised disgust. She felt her
bottom lip starting to quiver, and frantically bit her cheek, determined to
maintain that one last shred of her dignity. But as she gazed out at the
increasingly disgusted and outright angry faces of her guests, she felt herself
beginning to sob a bit. She took an involuntary breath in through her nose and
immediately burst into tears… the smell was positively gagging, and it had
literally enveloped her… Krystal could clearly see the people in the first
couple of rows pinching their noses and fanning their faces, and it was easy to
see why… Krystal could almost see the stench wafting off of her in thick lines.
She felt like a cartoon skunk.

Meanwhile, the
twins stood on opposite sides of the stage, gleefully filming the climax to
their epic triumph over their bitchy, gold digging stepmother (which would
quickly be spliced onto the end of the existing footage and then gleefully
uploaded across the internet.) They positively glowed, reveling in their
victory and glorying in the humiliation of an opponent well vanquished.

…They were so
absorbed in their own brilliance that the question of possible retaliation
never even entered their minds… nor the question of what Krystal might possibly
do with her time once she’d sufficiently recovered from her ordeal…

I'd like to see a new story that involves the stepmother being mentally regressed/hypnotized. The twins could have a special word that snaps her out of the trance... at the perfect time. Maybe even put on more of show at the end too.

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